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Porter wasn’t exactly known for his
communication skills. Maybe it was a good thing he hadn’t wanted to
chat. Or do anything else. Because if he’d made a move on her,
she’d have gone into his arms willingly and likely regretted it
this morning when it was back to business as usual.
    She dug her toes into the plush carpet before
leaving her room to find him. The tiled hallway chilled her bare
feet but the second she found Porter sitting at the center island
of his kitchen sipping a cup of coffee and reading a newspaper,
warmth flared deep inside her. It pushed out from her core,
straight to all her nerve endings like an invisible flame lapping
away at her insides.
    He was already dressed in dark jeans, a polo
shirt, and a sports coat. No suit for him today. She liked the
change. Glancing down at her pink pajama pants and matching tank
top, she bit her lip. Maybe she should have showered and changed
first.
    When he looked up at her, she froze, feeling
like that clichéd deer in headlights. The absolutely primitive gaze
he raked over her from head to feet had her nipples tightening
under her top. She might as well be naked for how he made her feel
so exposed, so aware of her body. Not wanting to draw
attention to her physical reaction, she resisted the urge to cross
her arms over her chest.
    She cleared her throat and pointed at the
coffee maker. “Got enough left for me?”
    He nodded and his voice was slightly
strangled as he said, “I’ve got milk in the fridge and that silver
tin has sugar if you’d like.”
    “Thanks.” Averting her gaze, she grabbed a
mug
    “Did you sleep all right?” he asked as she
started to add a spoonful of sugar to her mug.
    Not really. “Yes.” She slid into the
seat next to his, hyperaware of his spicy scent. She’d been wired
after what had happened but the most primal part of her had known
she was safe sleeping under his roof so she should have been
able to rest. She’d tried to order her body to listen but thoughts
of what it had felt like to have his lips on hers, had kept her
wide awake.
    “I don’t have much in the way of food but I
think I can scrounge up a bagel or toast.” His expression was
apologetic.
    “That’s okay.” She wasn’t a big breakfast
person and as long as she got her coffee she was fine. She lightly
tapped her finger against her mug as she tried to think of the
right way to bring up last night. She’d always felt comfortable in
her own skin except when she was around Porter. Even when they’d
been dating she’d always felt on edge around him. As if there was
some sort of electrical current between them that was almost
tangible. “Listen, about last night…”
    He shook his head. “Don’t worry about anything. I
already talked to Harrison and he doesn’t have a problem with you
not coming into work today, and Grant wants to talk to you
personally so you can—”
    “Wait, what ? First of all, I’m not
skipping work, but I do want to talk to Grant. And I wasn’t talking
about that . I thought maybe…” She trailed off, hating the
way her cheeks heated up. Yeah, talking about that kiss probably
wasn’t the best idea. Obviously they were on two separate
wavelengths. He was clearly more level headed than her. She was
obsessing over it and he wanted to discuss what was actually
important. She definitely needed to pull her head out of the
clouds.
    His pale eyes darkened as he scooted a
fraction closer to her. “You shouldn’t be out today.”
    “Why? Because some losers burned numbers into
my lawn? I’m not going to live in fear. Besides, I work at one of
the most secure buildings in Miami. I’d rather be there surrounded
by people than cooped up here.”
    He sat his mug down with a thud. “Damn it,
Lizzy—”
    “Don’t you ‘Lizzy’, me. You only use that
name when you want something and it’s not going to work this time.”
If he thought he could use her attraction to him against her, he was out of his mind.
    She watched in